My brain is kind of dying and I'm beginning to hit writer's block. So, to make sure I don't mess up my story, I'm going to do a quick one-shot then come back to this. I wanted to warn you so you guys wouldn't eat me because it'd be a little late update. Sorry for the inconvenience but I really don't want to mess up the storyline.
Awesome
Ludwig was cooking breakfast trying his best to focus on the meal instead of the bouncy loud Italian behind him. He kept sparing glances at the door when he had a chance wondering when Gilbert was going to come down and whine about the lack of beer from yesterday. As he was putting the food on the table his curiosity got the better of him. "Feliciano?"
"Ve~!" he replied nearly gliding over to him and hanging off his arm.
"Do you know where bruder went?"
"Sì! He went drinking with big brother Francis and Antonio!"
Ludwig's eye twitched going over to the phone in the hall checking the messages. No call from the cops… He went back to the kitchen seeing Feliciano had started eating. After breakfast I will call
Roderich because I'm sure he would've gone over there to avoid me.
Gilbert woke up with a throbbing headache and not being able to open his eyes for a long period of time. He slowly began to make his way out of the room and nearly fell down the stairs. What? There's no… Oh right, I went to the aristocrat's house. Smiling he turned around to head back to Roderich's room. As he was walking he nearly fell down every few feet, almost broke a couple vases, and was surprised when he finally got to his room, that he wasn't awake and fuming. He stopped at the sight of him sleeping because even while sleeping, he still looked prim and proper, well except for that curl in his hair. For some reason, as he got close, he found that he even was… attractive, yes, Roderich was even more attractive to him without his glasses on. Gilbert smirked picking up the glasses and made his way to go find some medication for his headache that was beginning to increase.
Roderich heard some noises that woke him up and he sat up rubbing his eyes. Gilbert usually doesn't wake this early… He reached over patting the desk to find his glasses but felt only wood. His heart jumped slightly but he just took a deep breath before leaning over the side of the bed to see if they could have fallen. He slid off the bed and looked underneath the table and bed, even running his hand across the floor just to make sure.
Gilbert decided, now since his headache was gone, it was time to wake up his Roddy. When he got back to the room, he wasn't really expecting to see Roderich on his hands and knees. His brain short circuited slightly because he thought for sure the priss would have actual pajamas for sleep wear, but instead, he was wearing dark blue boxers, that was it, only… boxers. His thought process came back to him, slightly, as Roderich stood up and saw him. "Hey specs, you look pretty da…"
Roderich cut him off, "Have you seen my glasses. I… need them." It was a lie but Gilbert really didn't need to know about that because it would only lead to more teasing.
Gilbert blinked trying to stop staring at him because this was the first time he's really seen so much skin from the aristocrat. He smirked showing him the glasses, "You look better without them." Roderich glared at him but once he saw Gilbert going to put them on, he quickly went over to retrieve them but was too slow. "I look Awesome!"
"Don't take things!" exasperated Roderich getting them and replacing them back on his own nose.
"Wait…" Gilbert stole them back ignoring the whine. He looked through them and lowered them before staring at the Austrian. "They're fake?" Roderich blushed slightly grabbing them back. "Why?"
"Why what?" he asked really hoping he would just lose interest.
"Why do you wear fake glasses when you obviously don't need them?" Gilbert asked narrowing his eyes at him.
Roderich stuttered not really wanting to explain but those eyes were staring so intently he knew he couldn't get out of it. "I… I lo…" He looked off to the side then back to Gilbert seeing no change in his stare causing him to blush more. "Ilookplainfaced." he said quickly. Seeing the way Gilbert looked confused made it obvious he didn't get it, so he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "I look plain faced."
Gilbert tried not to laugh at that, he really tried but he ended up doubling over in laughter anyway. "Yo… y…" he couldn't even finish his sentence.
"Did you have your fun?" Roderich asked with his arms crossed once the laughter subsided to giggles.
Gilbert nodded standing erect again keeping an evil like smile. "But, you know you aren't plain faced right?" he asked.
"What do you mean?" Roderich asked becoming slightly nervous now.
"Well, like I said before you look better without them and you have…" Gilbert began explaining quickly moving his hand to the small blemish near his lips. He just barely touched it, barely, and he found his hand slapped away. Roderich had covered his mouth and begun to walk away from him. "Roddy?" he asked slightly afraid that he might've hurt him. Roderich shook his head not saying anything. Gilbert followed quickly removing his hand seeing that he was blushing badly but nothing looked hurt. So he decided to poke it again and this time the Austrian bit his lip and closed his eyes tightly. The Prussian blinked as what was happening to the brunette began to click in his head.
"D… Don't." Roderich nearly pleaded sounding like he just got done running.
"Roddy? Is that an…" Gilbert asked not exactly finishing the question because he couldn't really believe it.
Roderich glared at him wrenching his hand free to go drink some tea, Chamomile Tea. That… that… imbecile!
An erogenous zone? On his face? That's good to know but… Gilbert walked after him actually thinking about how he could use that to his advantage for later uses.
Roderich was slightly slamming the utensils around not believing the stupidity level the albino could posses. Why did he have to keep asking anyway? I asked him not to…
Gilbert watched as the Austrian moved angrily through his kitchen still fuming over the incident. Great job at pissing him off Gilbert. He frowned at the voice in his head knowing it was telling the truth because he did piss him off and that is just the perfect way to know if someone has feelings for you. Sighing he sat down at the table waiting for the brunette to calm down and drink his tea.
Roderich didn't even turn around through the whole process and drank his tea looking out the window. Just stay calm because soon Ludwig will call and he'll be out of your hair. Why did you even let him stay in the first place? He shook his head finishing off the first cup feeling calmer but made up one more cup turning around to see Gilbert watching him. His eye twitched, "Did you come to make fun of me more?"
Gilbert looked hurt for a few seconds but shook his head, "No why would I?"
"Well, because…" Roderich tried to answer finding it hard because he wasn't expecting Gilbert to say that.
"I just feel the love emanating from you Roddykins." Gilbert smiled knowing that he couldn't be mad at him now because of that answer and knew he was off the hook now. Roderich stuttered and blushed a bit focusing back onto his tea so it didn't look like he was as flustered as he really was. He chuckled and leaned across the table to stare at Roderich barely over his teacup. "We should do dinner again." he winked smirking at him.
The blush deepened on Roderich's face before he set his teacup done and coughed, "That is very inappropriate."
"Inviting someone out to dinner isn't inappropriate at all Roddy, it's generous." Gilbert was having fun at how hard the Austrian was trying to say 'no' without really saying it but it also hurt him to see him wanting to say no. "I don't see why you're being all stuck up anyway, I'm being nice."
Roderich scoffed, "If you were being nice you would've dropped the subject about my glasses and mole when I demanded it." He glared at the Prussian getting up to clean the few dishes he had used.
Gilbert watched the other man still believing in his heart that he had a very feminine body because he moved more fluent than a man should, well with the exception of Antonio but he was the country of passion, that's different. "Spe…" he started but was cut off by the telephone ringing and he felt his heart sink. Dammit bruder why couldn't you for once be late at calling?
Roderich quickly went over to the phone and answered it. "Hello?"
"Roderich, I'm going to take a guess that bruder is over there…"
"Yes he is and he seems to be awake enough for you take him home."
"What? He's already awake? Please tell me he hasn't done anything stupid, broken anything or…"
"Calm down Ludwig, he hasn't really done anything but the usual so you have really nothing to worry about." Roderich explained. Gilbert peeked out of the kitchen hearing that he wasn't actually complaining about him being his usual self and really began to ponder if his feelings had changed from hate to something else. "Yes alright see you in about an hour then." He hung up the phone and turned to see Gilbert smirking at him. "Now what do you want?"
"Nothing much specs, quit being so paranoid it ruins your beautiful face." he smiled grabbing his chin lightly.
Roderich blushed again pushing his hand away, "I thought you said I look better without my glasses."
"I lied, they make you look quite sexy." he winked at him.
Roderich wanted to yell at the albino but instead shut his mouth and stormed by him. Why does he have to make it so confusing?
Roderich swore that he had just said goodbye to Ludwig, Gilbert, and Feliciano when his door was knocked on again. He sighed and went back to answer the door seeing Elizaveta. "Elizaveta?" he asked kind of shocked to see her there.
"I was just coming to visit and take back my laptop, remember I let you borrow it!" she smiled warmly at him walking inside the house. "Did you enjoy the site I sent you to?"
"It was quite disturbing to know how many pictures he has taken of me but I am quite glad though that he has not taken any while I was… indecent." Roderich explained shutting the door and going to make some more tea for her.
"How have you two been lately?" Elizaveta asked following right behind him still smiling away.
"The usual."
"Nothing different?"
"Nothing." he stopped momentarily to look at her but saw nothing different. Sighing he walked over and began making the tea.
"What do you think of him?" she asked sitting down at the table.
"He is annoying, persistent, loud, always here, horrible manners, and too cuddly." Roderich explained quickly like he had it memorized.
Elizaveta couldn't help but notice that some of those are more along the lines of liking him. Persistent, always around, and cuddly? I wish I could've gotten a photo of that… "Roderich, that isn't exactly what I meant." He turned around to face her and he had a slightly raised eyebrow. "What kind of friend or enemy is he to you?"
"I seem to be missing the point…" he said a little confused at what she was trying to get at.
"Roderich, why must you be so oblivious!" she slightly flailed but calmed down before thinking of how to phrase it. "Is he your enemy, a friend, or something more?"
The Austrian frowned at the question wanting to say he was still is enemy but, he couldn't because he'd actually become accustomed to having his company and tends to look forward to it some days. A friend, well it seemed like a friend relationship but, something in his gut told him something more and it kept nagging at his brain. "I don't know Elizaveta."
Elizaveta sighed and hit her head on the table cursing the man for his stubbornness.
So close Roddy, so close, keep trying. 8D Any who, you all knew Gilbo had to find out about that wonderful mole and his glasses so, the sooner the better.
